Fifteen minutes later, Dongfeng warriors, who had run several red lights one after another, broke into the gate of Jibei University in a burst of shortness of breath.

There was still a long way away, Bai Ze saw that something was wrong outside the martial arts club, dozens of students in practice clothes were crowded in front of the entrance and exit of the club, and the atmosphere and personnel in the whole place seemed a little noisy. In addition to these uniformly dressed students, there are more students on campus who are dressed in all colors, both men and women, and some of them still hold wooden sticks and sticks in their hands.

When the car creaked to a sudden stop, and the door had not yet opened, the sound of people outside had already reached the ears of the three people. There was a large open space in front of the martial arts club, all crowded with people, whether they were formal martial arts students or students of Jibei University, the expressions on their faces were a little strange and angry.

From time to time, there were a few gritted teeth and angry scolding from the crowd, and there were some excited looks.

"What's going on here?" Pushing the car door, jumping down one by one, seeing so many people gathered in front of his club at once, Li Weijian felt faintly bad in his heart, and grabbed a member closest to him to ask questions.

"Ah, President! You're finally back......! "This student, I didn't recognize it at first, Li Wei had several fractures on his fitness, all wearing plaster casts, and his miserable appearance was completely different from his high-spirited appearance.

In addition, these days, in order to find Bai Ze, he worked hard, and he was so aggrieved that he was going to die, and his whole face was almost out of shape, his eye sockets were deep, and his complexion was gray.

"What's going on? What's going on again? If you're not practicing inside, what are you running out for? Stretching out his hand and shaking impatiently in front of this academy, Li Weijian's face gradually turned a little red. Apparently something had already in mind.

"President, it's not good. I'm afraid that our martial arts club will be forcibly disbanded now...... The student's face was full of depression and atmosphere: "A few days ago, the president was not there, and those foreigners became more and more intensified, not only came to the club every day to show off their might, but also beat the vice president to the hospital in the name of learning." We appealed to the school, but the academic affairs office said that this was a normal sports competition and there was no way to deal with it, so an assistant only came and said it, and ignored it. As a result, this morning, these people came again, not only drove us all out, but also said that our martial arts club had already existed in name only, and our venue would be owned by them in the future. They're going to turn this into some kind of international student club...... ”

"Damn, it's too much of a deception!!" Li Weijian's eyes widened, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

"Oh!" At this time, Bai Ze and Pei Yan also came over, and when they heard this student say a lot, they thought about it in their hearts, and they already roughly understood what happened.

It's nothing more than those foreigners, who want to do more excessively, and they want to force themselves to come out.

There must be that Park Ji-chang's idea in this.

"Hey, isn't this person that Bai Ze?"

"Bai Ze? It's the one who hits more than two dozen ......? ”

"Damn, it's good now! This guy is a fierce man, and even the president is not his opponent, and he scratches his face on the field, and he comes out, I think it's okay. ”

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When Bai Ze walked all the way, the old students of the martial arts club who had worked with him immediately recognized him, and immediately set off a low cry in the crowd: "Where did the president find him, hurry up and get out of the way." Now there is a lot of excitement to watch ....... ”

"The little grass and the American devils, the Goryeo sticks, call you rampant again."

"This time it must be a big war, and in the blink of an eye, it is another invasion of the Chinese people against the eight-nation coalition army, resolutely top, must top!!"

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, Lao Tzu, I will use this month's rations to bet that this hero can win and succeed."

With the arrival of Bai Ze and his party, the crowd immediately boiled, and dozens of members of the martial arts club began to spontaneously maintain order and clear the road to the gate of the club.

However, Bai Ze didn't pay attention to these people's words, and only followed Li Weijian, who was jumping up and down, and walked into the special activity area of the club step by step.

Behind him, a large group of students and classmates gathered like a torrent. The further they went, the smaller and smaller their voices became, and everyone's faces became a little solemn.

The club of the martial arts club is a red brick building in the seventies and eighties, and the place inside adds up to more than 1,000 square meters, with two floors. When Bai Ze came to the activity area on the first floor, he saw that two young people in karate uniforms were kicking and fighting each other in the venue.

In addition, there are three people kneeling on the mat in a row, facing south and facing north.

The three people kneel in a traditional "upright seat", with their legs twisted side by side, the insteps of their feet naturally separated, attached to the ground, in a slight outer figure, and then kneel back on their calves.

When it is slightly different, the sitting in karate is more of a technical one. When these three people kneel, their backs are always faintly bent into the shape of a bow, their backs and buttocks form a small angle, and the muscles on their thighs and calves are also tightened. Although they look similar to ordinary people, their sitting posture can ensure that they can get up and bounce out at all times.

In particular, their two feet are always at a distance of a piece of paper from their hind hips, and when they encounter danger and accidents, they can jump up with a brush. As for the tricks of suddenly killing people and defending counterattacks in this sitting position, there are at least seven or eight of them.

Therefore, there was a commotion outside the door, and the moment Bai Ze and his party walked into the venue, the three people who were kneeling were almost alert at the same time, and they stood up from the ground with a brush. The reaction is so fast that it's like a powerful spring in your leg.

At the same time, the two people who were fighting and kicking in the middle also stopped in time, and for a while, five people and ten eyes were nailed to Bai Ze's body in unison.

Among the three people kneeling, one of them was Park Ji-chang. A five-part black belt in taekwondo.

And this Park Zhichang also seems to have an unforgettable grudge against Bai Ze. As soon as he saw Bai Ze appear in front of him, he suddenly trembled, and his eyes were full of wordless joy and viciousness.

"This is the person you're looking for?" In addition to Park Zhichang, the two people standing with him, one is white-skinned and the other is yellow-skinned, they are not very old, and they look like they are twenty-three or four.

The Caucasian was an American in a white uniform with fluffy blond hair. Tall, with azure eyes that look like the sea, and a white band tied around his forehead, he looks like the "white devil" from the classic game "Street Fighter".

Most notably, the length of the white young man's arms was much longer than normal, and his forearms were thick and powerful, and the muscles were like countless steel wires twisted together, almost stronger than his large arms.

This person is obviously the American karate master who broke Li Weijian's hands and feet.

The rest of the man said that he was not tall but looked very well-proportioned, with an angular face, a pair of bare feet, cold and murderous eyes, and seemed to be the oldest of several people.

As soon as he saw the look on Park Zhichang's face, he guessed Bai Ze's origin and immediately came to ask. However, when he asked, he also spoke Chinese, and did not deliberately use the Chinese language, and the pronunciation was standard, which was remarkable.

"Ozawa-kun, this person is Bai Ze, and he is also the person we have been looking for! His legs are very powerful, and everyone will have to pay more attention to them later. Park Zhichang quickly restrained his expression, bowed to the person named Xiao Ze, and then stared at Bai Ze with a sneer.

"Mr. Bai Ze, I have already taken your words to King Kong Mountain in 1510, and my teacher, Nanji Taishi, will take them to you and the people behind you. In addition, since the last competition, I have learned hard and practiced some moves for your footwork, hoping to fight you again. Taekwondo is the national art of the Republic of Korea, and it is impossible to lose to your declining Chinese martial arts. ”

"Do you think you're worthy?" Bai Ze smiled coldly, his eyes looked up and down, and he glanced at a few places on Park Zhichang's hand and legs lightly.

The next moment, Park Zhichang's face suddenly turned pale. Obviously, he just had no substantive gaze, but for some reason, when Bai Ze looked over from afar, every pause made his muscles feel as if they had been pierced by a steel needle. And there is no place in these places that Bai Ze looks at, which is not the node where he exerts his strength in his leg work.

This means that before the two sides really came to fight, his kung fu had already been broken by Bai Ze.

"Hmph, it turns out that you are Bai Ze. It's so hard for us to find it. The young man named Ozawa suddenly snorted coldly, and when the gaze in his eyes looked at Bai Ze again, he already had a little cruelty like looking at his prey: "I heard that your kung fu is very good, even Park Zhichangjun was once defeated by you, but the karate of our Shotokan is not taekwondo, I, Shinichiro Ozawa, studied under Shuncho Miyagi of the Great Shotokan, are you a friend of Li Weijian?" It's to save face for him today, right? Then let's not talk nonsense, everything will be seen in kung fu. ”

Shinichiro Ozawa said as he walked to the middle of the field, in the direction of Shirasawa, raised his hands, and posed in a posture shaped like a cat's foot, with his hind legs bent and his front legs slightly touching the ground. Immediately, his back stretched, and the fur all over his body was slag. The long hair seemed to be electrified, the roots stood upright, and the angry hair rushed to the crown, especially on the temples on both sides of the head, and two big bags bulged out in a blink of an eye.

"It seems a bit like the three-body stance of Xingyi Fist? But it's a little different, and it's mixed with some other kung fu, four are not like that!! ”

(To be continued)